I broke down in front of my manager today. I was crying profusely. It was weeks of worry that came out while I was talking to him. Worry about letting him down, worry about letting my workplace down and worry about letting myself down. I'm not going to be sacked, but it's not going to be an easy ride when I get back, they have a business to run, after all. I'll never ever admit to drink. I don't need to. It's my depression and anxiety that kills me. Drink is just one of those things I do to cope.